Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.